Beingchased Stories

This is a dreamcore story. Please acknowledge that this is a horror, so please do not hate because of it. These stories are complete fiction. Please beware of triggers; This story will have suspense, extreme moments, being chased, being watched, eyeballs, and much more. This story is in 1st person perspective, you can imagine the person is you, or your neighbor, or one of your siblings- I don't care. You will have to choose something at the end of every chapter so get ready!

A demon girl on the run from HIM

You and your childhood enemy meet again in college but you feel some weird unexpected Way about him.. Alissa desired Onyx and she didn't like you. You are the reason they broke up in her mind. What would you do if a crazed psycho hired someone to kill you..

Zeaphabe is a teenage girl her parents where fighting then one day she had enough and went outside for a quick walk in the middle of the night she kept doing this for days until one day she got bad luck.

You are having a normal day. You go to your 9-5, you deal with your annoying boss, who takes up most of your time with errands instead of letting you do your actual job, which is typing. However, you can't shake the feeling that someone has been watching your every move throughout the day. Is this just a feeling, or is it actually happening?

Julian, a girl that never went outdoors what will she see? Was there a reason she was in there? Lets find out Juilans discovery

God! Won't they stop chasing you? , you've been running for what feels like forever! Your feet ache and your head is spinning. But you have to run, even if it's just a stumble, you can't stop, you can't let them catch up. {10 votes = I'll make a part 2!}

This is a short monologue that I wrote for an extra-curricular course. I thought it was pretty good so I thought "Let's see what Wattpad thinks!'

A short story about escaping the clutches of addiction. ____________________________________________________ My heart beat wildly in my chest. Landing after each leap into the air jars my slender frame. Branches whip my face and torso as I tear through the underbrush. My lungs burn and my chest cavity heaves for blessed oxygen. I desperately attempt to put space between myself and my pursuer. I pump my fist, knees raised - my stride wide and purposeful as I try to reign in my breathing. Bounding over bushes and sprinting through the leave-strewn forest floor it occurs to me... I can't stop. I don't plan to become a slave again...